I, Effing Feline, am hissed. Ed, my pet human, went to Toronto. He brought back candy for Mrs V and for his daughter and grandsons. But for me? Nothing.
Hiss to you, Mr V!
But to show I’m a bigger cat than he is, I’ll present a snippet from his sci fi romance, Escapee. Despite his unfeeling snub. Catt’s airship gets caught in a violent updraft from a volcano — and she enjoys the challenge of flying through it. Hector, meanwhile, still broods over losing his entire command in an attack while he was on leave.
“Yee ha,” screeched the madwoman piloting the airship.
Hector had no idea whether they were about to die by crashing or by burning, but one way or another they were going to die. His body feared death but his mind welcomed it.
The skoot quivered where he held it with one hand to keep it from slipping out from the seatbelt he’d jury-rigged. Strange how the animals felt almost like soldiers under his command. He was responsible for their lives, and he would save them even if — or perhaps because — he’d failed to save his human troopers. If he lived long enough to save the animals, that is.
He put his mouth near the skoot’s ear and whispered soothing sounds. Enough of this ‘welcoming death’ crap. He had troopers, and they were a reason to live.
Effing Feline here again. Remember, folks, that whenever you travel you absolutely must bring back something for your cat. So promise me you’ll pack a dead mouse in your suitcase when you return, okay?
The African Queen in Outer Space
Edward Hoornaert’s romantic space opera, Escapee, continues the saga of the Dukelsky family (begun in The Guardian Angel of Farflung Station). If you like The African Queen and the thrill of underdogs finding love while battling a hostile world, you’ll love Escapee.